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☆ Lifegaurd

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[Skeppy's pov]

"I don't know man. I've applied to over 20 jobs and I haven't even gotten an interview with any!" I shout, exasperated.

I'm a junior in college and completely unemployed. And if you know one thing about the American college system, it's that it's expensive as hell.

"Well, that pool a couple blocks down is hiring summer employees, and you just have to walk in and join their audition. They're pretty desperate so I think you could get it easily." My roommate remarks.

"Are you sure quackity? Like, I just walk in and go 'hey, I wanna try out' and you get a job?"

"They have designated times. I'll send you a link to their website, they have the audition times on there." He offers

"That's be great dude. How do you know all this anyway?" I question.

"Bad works there." He replies casually, typing away at his phone, sending me the link.

Bad? Oh now I have to apply.

Badboyhalo. My best friend. The one I'm.. romantically interested in. The one that I think feels the same.

He gets all flustered and fidgety lately, especially when I flirt with him. (And boy, do I love teasing him.)

So knowing that the place he works is hiring, I'd be an absolute fucking DUMBASS if I didn't try out.

I grab my phone off my bed and open the link quackity sent me. I click on a tab that reads 'audition schedule'.

The page has a description of exactly what their audition events are, and a calendar with marks for the date and time the auditions takes place.

I manage to luck out, because the next one's tomorrow at 3! I set a reminder in my phone and spend a few more hours doing my research just to be sure.

Based off what I've found, the only work requirements are a Highschool diploma and personal mode of transportation.

I'm a little nervous, but the worst that could happen is me not being hired.

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//time skip: roughly 2pm the next day//

I finish packing a bag with sunscreen, a towel, my phone, and a few other necessities.

"Have fun skep!" Quackity calls as I exit our shared dorm, waving goodbye.

The lifeguard auditions are in an hour, but I have to leave early in order to grab myself some swimwear.

I head over to Walmart, and begin browsing through the men's section. Unfortunately, I have no idea what the dress code is. Thankfully though, even if I can't wear what I pick while working, it's still good for other stuff.

I settle on a grey tank top and teal swim trunks with a mildly tacky ocean pattern on them. On my way out, I stop and grab myself some fast food just to make sure I have energy and perform as well as possible.

It's a little funny how much I want this job. I've never been particularly obsessed with swimming or water activities, and now I'm acting like it's my favorite pastime or something.

I know exactly why I'm so excited though.

It's because of bad.

The double edged sword that is my intense homosexuality leads me to make rather large, and usually stupid, decisions. Especially when it comes to him.